That Fine Line (Larry AU)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Harry’s POV

When I woke up, the room was pitch black. I blinked my eyes a bit to get rid of the sleep before turning over and turning the light on my clock to glance at the time. 4:00am. I groaned and rolled back over so that I was facing the ceiling. I lifted up my hand and rubbed my eyes gently before closing them again trying to fall back to sleep.

I thought I had fallen asleep but the next time I opened my eyes, I looked over at the clock and it was 4:20am. Groaning once again, I sat myself up in my bed and turned on the lamp on my bedside table letting my eyes adjust to the bright light. I lifted my arms above my head as I yawned, stretching my stiff limbs out before lifting the warm blanket off me and getting out of bed. I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before heading downstairs. 4:30am.

I flicked on the TV and snuggled into the couch, watching the horrible morning TV shows. I shook my curls out a bit before I got up and slipped in Transformers. Some action should wake me up. I sat back down in the couch as the menu appeared on the TV screen, grabbing a pillow to cuddle with.

By the time the movie finished, it was about 7am.

“Louis should be up soon. Maybe I should make his breakfast,” I mumbled to myself. I don’t know why I felt the need to make his breakfast. It wasn’t like I was his maid or his wife or anything, I just felt the need to. I stopped the movie and ejected the disc, slipping it back into its cover and putting it back on the shelf before heading to the kitchen. I had a look in the fridge before deciding on pancakes. I grabbed the necessary ingredients and mixed them together, forming a batter of some sorts.

I heated up the pan and then quickly made a batch of pancakes. I shared them onto two plates and put Louis’ under a clear cover to keep them warm before grabbing my plate and quickly eating them.

With my tummy full, I walked back into the lounge room and laid down on the couch watching the different news flick on the screen and slowly my eyes drooped closed.

The next thing I knew, I could feel a light brush of fingers on my forehead so I allowed my eyes to open to be met with a beautiful blue colour. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed how beautiful the colour of his eyes were. They were a light blue that was a spitting image of the sea. The beautiful colour of the sea. What was I doing? I groaned.

“What happened?” I asked him.

“You fell asleep while watching TV,” he explained. I could see he had the plate of pancakes I had made for him.

“Oh,” I replied. “I woke up at 4am and couldn’t get back to sleep so I came downstairs, turned on the TV.  I made your pancakes and then obviously came back here and fell asleep,” I explained to him. He reached over and picked up the plate of pancakes he’d left on the coffee table and continued eating them, delicately cutting a bit off with the edge of his fork. He looked so determined but at the same time adorable. I shook my head in frustration before sitting back up and stretching. I could see Louis looking down towards the hem of my shirt before he quickly turned back to eating his pancakes.

“What are you thinking about, Lou? I can hear the cogs turning in your head,” I said to him before slapping myself internally for calling him by a nickname.

“Um… nothing. Don’t worry,” he said before quickly eating the rest of his pancakes and getting up and walking into the kitchen. I could hear the tap running for a bit before it switched off and I heard footsteps heading upstairs.

I looked down at my phone to see that it was flashing so I picked it up and glanced at the notification bar to see a twitter notification. Louis had mentioned me in a tweet.

@Louis_Tomlinson: Poor baby fell asleep while watching TV. Doesn’t he look adorable? <3 @Harry_Styles

Attached to the tweet was a picture of me sleeping. Any other days, I’d be completely, utterly pissed off at him but for some reason, the fact that he had called me adorable and had put a love heart in the tweet sent my heart racing, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering.

I shook my head to clear my head before reaching over to the remote and flicking off the TV.

I heard feet running down the steps.

“Where are you going?” I asked him.

“Eleanor’s,” he said hurriedly before rushing out. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy when he said that

 I turned my phone off sleep and looked at the tweet again, smiling lightly. I favourited the tweet and retweeted it before thinking about how I should reply.

@Harry_styles: @Louis_Tomlinson Of course I look adorable, babe <3

After I tweeted him, I quickly turned off my twitter notifications so my phone didn’t constantly vibrate with tweets about how cute Larry was and whatever. I couldn’t deal with that right now because my head was all over the place. Most of the time, like usual, I couldn’t stand Louis but there were those small moments when I’d find something beautiful about him or I’d see him and my heart would start beating quickly or I’d just think about him and get lost in thoughts about him.

C*ap I was rambling and about Louis too. And not just about how much I hated him but about how beautiful he was.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my phone vibrating roughly on the coffee table where I’d placed it after I’d replied to Louis’ tweet. I picked it up and slid it to answer it, holding it up to my ear to talk.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Harry. Is Louis there with you?” I heard the all too familiar voice of Will say.

“Um. No. He’s gone to Eleanor’s,” I replied.

“I hope he’s not giving it away and not being seen by the paps,” Will said, worriedly.

“He’s not stupid, you know,” I snapped at him, feeling the sudden urge to defend Louis.

“Defensive. You know what that means? You like him,” Will said, as if he was some expert in love all of a sudden.

“I don’t like him!” I said, appalled that he even suggested that.

“Keep telling yourself that. Anyways, I called to tell you that One Direction has an interview tomorrow. It’ll be asking questions about how Larry is doing and stuff like that and then after the interview, you’ll be performing Kiss You and Live While We’re Young. During both the interview and the performance, I need you and Louis to act very coupley. Try touch each other at every possible opportunity and that sort of thing. I’m sure you’ll be able to do it since that kiss on the Ferris wheel was quite convincing. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you and Louis both enjoyed that kiss.” I opened my mouth to protest at that statement but Will cut me off. “Anyways, let Louis know and be sure to be convincing! Bye!” he said before hanging up.

A/N Soooo…. Will seems very convinced about Harry’s “feelings”. But what about Harry himself? Comment what you thought of this chapter below! Vote and Share.

Thank you :)

Rebecca